I Flap My Hurts Like Broken Wings
Plant me 
Among the wonders of the world
Nourished and Flourishing 
On this beleaguered southern soil
With my roots scattered 
On this warri culture.
Emevor is my window, 
So I peep into the world
Building me up 
Like a towering bonfire.
I flap my hurts
Like broken wings 
In the sky.
Reach I the firmaments
I shall not kneel 
Like those twin skyscrapers
Bending droopingly
In obeisance 
To the powers of this age.
			
			
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